This is my Second attempt at a Fanfiction story…
This will be a Tinker Bell Fanfic… Still no annoying comments…
Appreciate you reading it.
Everyone knows that with every child's first laugh a fairy is born.
But what if a child does not get the chance to enjoy their first laugh?
What happens then?
"Stillborn."
The word rang in the mother's ears.
What had happened to her baby?
"There was nothing that could be done. She's already gone."
"My sweet Nobella will never enjoy her first laugh?" she quietly asked
"No. I'm very sorry."
A strong breeze swept the tear off her face.
The tear rode the wind until it fell on an unsuspecting dandelion puff.
It turned black as if it had been stained.
The wind blew again and pulled a single seed with it.
As it swept through Pixie Hollow fairies of every talent awoke to see the new arrival.
The seed was flipped and Terrance, a dust-keeper fairy, poured pixie dust on it so it could become a fairy.
As the dust settled everyone gasped.
Looking at the dress alone everyone knew that something had gone terribly wrong.
The dress was jet black and torn everywhere. It had burned through in several places and did not have the shimmering light that most fairies bore.
Its inhabitant was even more frightening.
Her jet black hair contrasted deeply with her extremely pale skin. She was small for a fairy and looked frightened by the people around her.
Her eyes were intoxicating.
They were the deepest blue imaginable and they seemed to stare into your very soul.
Then Queen Clarian appeared.
She seemed to hold back a gasp as she saw the new arrival.
"Did you find your way alright?" the queen asked
"Does it look like I did?" she replied
"I suppose not… Let's see your wings then…"
Once she pulled them out everyone gasped once more.
Her wings were a deep and dull grey and had many holes burned into them.
But the most noticeable thing was what they lacked.
They lacked the warm glow that showed that they could fly.
But most importantly they lacked the unique design that each pair bore. It defined each fairy.
Queen Clarian threw the girl up in an attempt to help her fly.
Her wings were almost lifeless as she fell back to the ground with much force.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked as she began to pick herself off the ground.
The mushrooms appeared around her and fairies of each talent resentfully put up representations of their talents.
They approached her slowly, refusing to make eye contact with the broken fairy, and then backed away quickly.
She seemed to know what they meant as she slowly went up to the flower of the garden fairies.
As soon as she touched it, it burned into nothing.
Everyone gasped yet again.
The same thing happened to the other things she touched until the third time when she clutched her hands into fists and growled.
Then they all caught fire.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
"Well, since we normally name fairies based off of their talents and you don't seem to…" Queen Clarian began
"Have one." finished Vidia
"That we know of yet!" Tinkerbell defended
"You may name yourself." Continued the Queen
"My name is Nobella." She said
"Why?" Tinkerbell asked
"I don't know!" she got out before she began to cry